#Thermostat Issues

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HVAC Repair: The Ultimate Guide to Keeping Your System Running Efficiently

Heating, ventilation, and air conditioning (HVAC) systems are essential for maintaining indoor comfort in homes and commercial spaces. A properly functioning HVAC system regulates temperature, improves air quality, and ensures energy efficiency. However, like any mechanical system, HVAC units can develop issues over time.

Timely HVAC repairs are crucial to preventing costly breakdowns and extending the system’s lifespan. Ignoring minor issues can lead to major failures, skyrocketing energy bills, and even health hazards due to poor air quality. In this guide, we’ll explore common HVAC problems, troubleshooting tips, professional repair costs, and maintenance best practices.

2. Understanding HVAC Systems

Components of an HVAC System

An HVAC system comprises several key components that work together to regulate indoor temperature and air quality:

Thermostat: Controls the temperature settings and signals the system to heat or cool as needed.

Furnace: Heats the air during cold seasons.

Air Conditioner: Cools and dehumidifies the air.

Ductwork: Channels heated or cooled air throughout the building.

Vents and Registers: Distribute air evenly across rooms.

Air Filters: Remove dust, pollen, and other contaminants from the air.

How HVAC Systems Work

An HVAC system operates by cycling air through heating and cooling components before distributing it through ductwork and vents. The thermostat acts as the control center, signaling the system when adjustments are needed. Proper maintenance ensures smooth operation, but wear and tear over time can lead to malfunctions.

3. Signs Your HVAC System Needs Repair

Knowing the warning signs of HVAC problems can help you address issues before they become costly. Here are some common indicators:

Unusual Noises

Banging, clanking, or screeching noises can indicate loose or broken components.

Hissing sounds may suggest refrigerant leaks.

Clicking sounds might signal electrical issues.

Weak Airflow

Clogged air filters, duct obstructions, or a failing blower motor can reduce airflow.

Inconsistent airflow between rooms could indicate ductwork problems.

Strange Odors

Musty smells suggest mold or mildew in ducts.

Burning odors may indicate an overheating component or electrical issues.

Inconsistent Temperatures

If some rooms are too hot while others are too cold, the HVAC system may need recalibration.

A failing thermostat or blocked vents can cause temperature imbalances.

4. Common HVAC Problems and Their Causes

Dirty or Clogged Filters

Clogged filters restrict airflow, causing the system to work harder.

Regularly changing filters improves efficiency and air quality.

Thermostat Issues

Incorrect settings or faulty sensors can prevent the system from functioning properly.

Upgrading to a smart thermostat can enhance performance.

Refrigerant Leaks

Low refrigerant levels can cause the AC to blow warm air.

Leaks require professional repair and recharging.

Electrical and Wiring Problems

Faulty wiring can lead to system failures or fire hazards.

Regular inspections help prevent electrical malfunctions.

Frozen Evaporator Coils

Dirty coils or low refrigerant levels can cause ice buildup.

Turning off the unit and allowing it to thaw before calling a technician can prevent further damage.

5. DIY HVAC Troubleshooting Tips

Before calling an HVAC technician, you can perform some basic troubleshooting steps to identify minor issues:

Checking and Replacing Air Filters

Dirty filters are the most common cause of HVAC inefficiency.

Replace filters every 1-3 months for optimal performance.

Inspecting Thermostat Settings

Ensure the thermostat is set to the correct temperature mode.

If the thermostat is battery-operated, replace the batteries.

Cleaning Vents and Ducts

Dust buildup in vents can obstruct airflow.

Vacuum vents and consider professional duct cleaning if airflow remains weak.

Resetting Circuit Breakers

If the HVAC system won’t turn on, check the circuit breaker.

Resetting the breaker may restore power if there’s been an overload.

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Discover why your furnace won’t turn on with this detailed guide that offers practical solutions to common problems. Learn about the typical culprits behind furnace troubles, from thermostat malfunctions and clogged air filters to power supply issues or pilot light failures.

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You may need to use your heating unit throughout the winter. However, it doesn’t mean that your heating unit will run continuously. It’ll turn off as soon as it reaches the pre-set temperature. However, if your heating system isn’t turning off even after reaching the set temperature, it’s probably because of the following reasons.

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You may need to use your heating unit throughout the winter. However, it doesn’t mean that your heating unit will run continuously. It’ll turn off as soon as it reaches the pre-set temperature. However, if your heating system isn’t turning off even after reaching the set temperature, it’s probably because of the following reasons. More Info: https://greenleafair.com/5-reasons-why-your-heating-unit-is-failing-to-turn-off/

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Heating Repair Near Me

Heating Repair Near Me: Finding the Best Services for Your Home When the temperatures drop and the chill of winter sets in, having a reliable heating system is essential for maintaining a warm and comfortable home. Finding the best heating repair services near you ensures that any issues with your heating system are addressed promptly and efficiently, preventing discomfort and potential damage…

[quicksilversquared]

Love that now that my upstairs roommates have a space heater (because they were too stupid to figure out that covering up the baseboard heater with crap would prevent it from heating the room), they decided last night that it's fine to turn off the heat for upstairs. It got down to 36*F. My room was quite cold.

....genuinely concerned about what will happen to my plants when I'm gone for three weeks over winter break and not there to correct their nonsense.

(also hoping that the idiot will move out with her girlfriend and be replaced by someone with more working brain cells)

[mangled-by-disuse]

it is fucking baltic in here and i demand to know what i did to anger the Boiler Gods such that i have not had fully functional heating for more than two days at a time since i moved in.

in THEORY i have the heating on right now

in PRACTICE the thermostat is showing a number which is 1. 10F higher than the programmed temperature and 2. at least 20F higher than the actual ambient temperature (also 3. it insists on being in Farenheit and I do not know what any of these numbers mean without Google)

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Cat hole

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Cold House? Here are 4 Possible Causes

Cold House There’s nothing quite as uncomfortable as coming home to a cold house in the middle of winter. If you find yourself constantly shivering indoors, it may be time to investigate the possible causes of your heating woes. This blog post will explore four common reasons why your house might be feeling more like an icebox than a cozy sanctuary. From furnace issues to poor insulation, this…

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Signs You Need Furnace Repair Now

When winter comes in full swing, the last thing you want is your furnace acting up. To save you from getting caught in a problematic situation, here are signs that indicate immediate furnace repair is needed.

Learn More:https://www.caribbeanbreezellc.com/signs-you-need-furnace-repair-now

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How does one convince their air conditioner to stop being so moody and actually work when it's hot outside?

When the summer heat rolls around, the last thing you want is an air conditioner that refuses to cooperate. Unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for AC units to develop a mind of their own and start acting moody. However, there are some steps you can take to convince your air conditioner to work when it’s hot outside. Continue reading Untitled

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Top 10 Warning Signs Your Furnace Needs Repair

Furnace not working: Identifying and Addressing Complete Furnace Failures One of the most obvious signs that your furnace needs repair is if it stops working entirely. If you turn on your thermostat and nothing happens, or if the furnace starts but then quickly shuts off, there is likely a significant issue that needs to be addressed. Common causes include a malfunctioning thermostat, a broken…

[pathologicalreid]

defrost | s.r.

in which the heat goes out in your apartment and Spencer comes up with a creative idea to keep warm

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: fingering, hand job, good old fashioned dry humping, softdom!spencer, masturbation is referenced, unprotected p in v sex, sex on the floor (!!!), kissing, established relationship word count: 2.8k a/n: smut? havent seen that word since october. well past due if you ask me :-) hope you enjoy

It took entirely too much of your focus not to trip on the comforter that you were hauling from your bedroom, adding it to the heap of linens that you’d collected. The heat had gone out in the entire apartment complex earlier that afternoon, and while it was originally supposed to be fixed by five, the time was pushed back until the gas company finally just told you the issue wouldn’t be resolved until the morning.

Luckily, Spencer had managed to light the fireplace while you gathered every linen from the apartment and arranged a makeshift bed in front of the hearth, but even when you sat in front of the crackling flames, you were still cold. Pulling the cuffs of your sweatshirt over your hands, you tucked them beneath your thighs in an attempt to defrost yourself, you looked up at your boyfriend in desperation, “When did they say the gas would be back on?”

“They said eight, but before that, they said six, so there’s really no accurate measurement that they could provide. I hope we’ll know more in the morning,” he told you, taking a seat next to you and draping a blanket over your shoulders, making sure you were cozy before grabbing one for himself.

You sighed, admiring the way the movement of the fire reflected in his eyes. The two of you had ordered out for dinner, discarded takeout containers were in organized chaos on the coffee table, and two mugs were sitting on coasters filled with warm tea. Your range was out of commission, but thankfully, you had electricity. Admittedly, you were milking the situation, opting for candles over your lamps.

Spencer leaned over and nudged you gently with his blanket-covered elbow, “Are you warm enough?” He asked, looking around for another blanket to hand off to you, but coming up empty.

“If the gas isn’t back on by tomorrow afternoon, we should book a hotel,” you suggested, though, with your luck, Spencer would probably be called on a case tomorrow, leaving you to freeze on your own.

He furrowed his brows in response, “You were the one who didn’t want to stay in a hotel tonight, though?”

Shrugging, you looked at the thermostat on the wall, too far away to read, but you imagined it telling you that the apartment was becoming an industrial-sized icebox. “I don’t like staying in hotels if I can help it, I like having my things and my routine,” you responded as if he didn’t already know this about you.

“But?” He pressed.

“But I’m cold,” you told him, wrapping your blanket tighter around yourself and smiling when he opened his blanket cocoon. Gratefully, you obliged, shuffling yourself over to him and settling into his lap, sighing in contentment when he closed the blanket around you, “Oh, you’re warm.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, and Spencer took the opportunity to press a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose. “Is this better?”

Nodding, you closed your eyes and let your body relax into his, his arms wrapped around you, adding a reinforcement—a border of warmth, if you will. “Yeah, much better,” you murmured, trying to think warm thoughts.

“You know, it would be easier to share body heat if we weren’t wearing clothes,” Spencer told you, shifting one of his arms until his hand was on your waist, giving it a slight squeeze.

A shy smile bloomed on your face, turning your face to bury it in his neck, though the warm glow of your cheeks was a welcome sensation, “Are you trying to get in my pants right now?”

Spencer hummed, shifting beneath you slightly—a telltale sign that he was turned on—and gripping both of your hips, “Technically, I’m trying to get you out of them.”

Now grinning, you leaned forward, pressing your torso against Spencer’s until his back was against the blankets you’d stacked for your makeshift mattress. You took a moment to adjust the fabric that surrounded you, removing the layers of separation between you and Spencer when you finally reached his sweater. Carefully, you slipped your fingers beneath his layers of clothes, pausing abruptly when he inhaled sharply, “Are you okay?”

“Your hands are freezing, honey,” he told you; a lightness was present in his tone as if he was trying not to laugh.

Withdrawing your hands, you instead stuck them beneath his back, hoping to warm them up while you craned your head up to his, placing your lips on his and immediately sighing into him. You settled the rest of your body across his, bringing your knees up to his hips and grinding your core against his hardening length. The layers of clothing between you were proving to be a hindrance, but you weren’t ready to rid yourself of any insulation just yet.

You bunched up the wool of Spencer’s sweater in your hands, finding a rhythm between your rocking hips and moving lips, patiently waiting for the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth and hoping your hands were sufficiently warm when you moved your dominant hand back to his torso. Slowly, you lifted your hips from his and tucked your fingers beneath the waistband of both his flannel pajama pants and briefs, making sure he didn’t flinch at the temperature of your fingers when you wrapped them around his cock.

His mouth opened against yours at the contact, a low moan vibrating in his throat as you kept your hand in his pants. This was your opening, leaving you to slip your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss and speeding up your heart rate.

Moaning against his lips, you needed to sacrifice your kiss for the sake of a hand job, ducking your head so that you could focus on the flick of your wrist, the elastic waistbands working against you.

Spencer craned his head, dropping a kiss on the crown of your head, you could feel his abdomen tensing under your arm as you reached your other hand down to try and push his pants over his hips. “You wanna take my clothes off, don’t you?”

Your ministrations slowed as you peered up at him through your eyelashes and nodded, taking your cheek between your molars.

You hummed as Spencer used his grip on your waist to pull you up until your faces were close enough to meet again, he kissed you again, chastely this time, before whispering, “You first.”

Bracing yourself for the cold apartment air to brush against your skin, you assisted Spencer by pulling your arms through the sleeves of your sweater, gritting your teeth while he tugged it over your head. You were pleasantly surprised when the air surrounding you remained insulated, too distracted by the heat to think about the way Spencer was pushing your pants down.

While you regained your focus, you helped him discard your pants, kicking them off into the abyss of blankets that you were still cocooned in. “Are you still warm enough?” Spencer asked, dragging his knuckles up and down your bare waist as he looked up at you.

“Yeah,” you asked, the way he was so concentrated on keeping you warm and comfortable sent a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, making you all the more needier. “Spence,” you whispered, thinking about all of the layers of fabric that still separated the two of you.

He pulled you close to him, looking to the side before rolling you both over until he was on top of you. You quickly got to work, tugging at the hem of his sweater and relishing in every inch of exposed skin that touched yours. The inherent eroticism of skin-to-skin contact was beginning to drive you crazy, and Spencer noticed. He tossed his sweater off to the side, laughing lightly as you disappeared beneath the covers, finally pulling his flannel pajama pants off until it was up to him to get them off the rest of the way. Once you peeked your head back above the covers, you saw the lovesick grin on his face. “Hi,” he whispered, reaching a hand up to cup your face.

You reflected his smile back at him, “Hi,” you murmured, studying his face while he kept his every attention on you.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said, moving his hand down to grip your thigh, parting your legs around his waist while you kept your eyes on him.

Raising your eyebrows, your face warmed at his claim, “What? Beneath you?” You teased, grinning so broadly that you stuck your tongue beneath your teeth to try and tame the smile.

He didn’t falter. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and nodded, “Well, yes,” he admitted. “It gives me the opportunity to do things like this,” he said, dropping his hand down to your core, his eyes on yours as your mouth parted in anticipation. “It’s much easier to see your face while I touch you when you’re beneath me.”

As he spoke, his index finger slipped between your folds, causing your stomach to twist even as he was just barely grazing your clit with his knuckle. “And here I thought it was a control thing,” you challenged, your voice weaker than you’d originally hoped, practically breaking off into a whimper.

“That certainly doesn’t hurt,” he whispered, using his finger to spread your slick over your pussy, any sounds muffled by the blankets that still surrounded you. “But nothing will ever beat the look on your face when I slip my finger inside of you,” he teased, but his words didn’t reflect his actions, leaving you slightly disappointed.

You hummed, leaning your head back and checking on the fire before looking back up at Spencer, “You have an eidetic memory, don’t you have enough of me in your spank bank at this point?”

Spencer shook his head, watching you with an undying interest as he slipped his index finger into you tantalizingly slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth parted, and a small, choked noise escaped your lips. “There it is, honey,” he cooed. “No memory will ever do that justice.”

Nodding, you forced yourself to open your eyes and meet his, studying the ring of gold surrounding his irises while his hand found a rhythm. Lifting your hips as his thumb applied pressure to your clit, you gasped at the sensation, your cunt clenching around his finger while his ministrations refused to cease. “Spence,” you breathed, “feels good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, taking your reassurance as a hint to add a second finger to his ministrations, “I like it when you let me take care of you, you spend too many nights alone in our bed for my liking.”

You lifted your hands up, just barely peeking over the blankets so you could place them on his shoulders, “I’ve never minded,” you reminded him. He always comes back to you, albeit in various states of disarray sometimes, but he always comes home.

He groaned, burying his face in your neck and leaving gentle kisses on the soft skin, never sucking long enough to leave a mark, but he paused once he reached your collarbone, “I mind,” he muttered against your skin, kissing down your chest until his lips were level with your breasts, taking the opportunity to take your nipple in his mouth.

As he sucked gently on the sensitive bud, you became all too aware of the familiar knot building in your lower belly, “Oh,” you gasped, your hips bucking up when he hummed against your chest in response, the vibrations going straight to your core, tightening the knot.

Spencer switched nipples, latching onto your other breast while he continued the pressure on your clit. A strangled moan made its way through your throat as the rubber band in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm rippled through you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your entire body while Spencer continued to work you through it. He separated himself from your chest, leaving tender kisses on your jawline while you tried to remember how to breathe.

Your orgasm ebbed into a dull ache between your thighs, and you let your head fall back against the blankets, wincing when Spencer withdrew his fingers from your cunt. You caught your breath while Spencer adjusted himself, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices from them—it made your walls clench around nothing. “Please,” you found yourself saying, looking up at him with wide, lust-blown eyes.

“Patience,” he cajoled, pinching your hip lightly as you squirmed beneath him. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and trying to practice the virtuous trait, “I feel really good,” you assured him, your breath hitching when you felt his tip aligned with your entrance. “We should have sex on the floor more often,” you told him.

He smiled dropping a small kiss on your nose and deciding to adjust the blankets around you. Although, funny enough, you were beginning to get too warm. “You look gorgeous,” he told you, gently pressing into you, only part of the way.

Releasing a shuddering breath, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and met his shining eyes, which he accepted as an okay for him to slide further into you. You were sure you did not look gorgeous, in fact, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of his neck while he sheathed himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust and smoothing your hair out of your face in the interim—as if he had read your mind.

Your walls clenched around him, and he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, “You feel so good,” he muttered, lifting his hips from yours before pushing back in.

“Honey,” you whispered up at him before he found a rhythm, “Will you kiss me?”

You only saw his look of incredulity for a moment before his lips were on yours, you hummed contentedly into his mouth, your breathing faltering as he continued to thrust in and out of your cunt, finding a rhythm.

One of your hands dropped to the side of his neck, cupping his jaw while you moved your mouth on his, taking control of the kiss while he focused on fucking you. Separating your lips only to take a breath, your other hand was on his back, nails lightly grazing his otherwise unmarred skin as you searched for any semblance of stability.

 There had to have been something about the atmosphere, the various flames around you, or the heat of the blankets that covered you, that brought your orgasm on so quickly. You could already feel it building, and you gasped into Spencer as you felt it.

Using one hand to keep himself hovering just above you, he took his other hand and hooked it beneath your thigh, hoisting your leg up and opening your cunt even more to him. The change eased the pressure in your core, giving him more time to build up his own, but you had to separate your lips, “God, Spence,” you said, somewhere between overstimulated and overheated as your cunt clenched around his length.

He sighed, hot breath against your neck as he assured you, “I’ve got you.”

Just like that, you were a goner, head thrown back in complete bliss as your walls pulsed around Spencer’s cock, the sensation bringing on his own orgasm. You were trying to catch your breath while his cum spurted out inside of you. “Oh,” you sighed as he dropped your leg, letting your muscles stretch as Spencer’s hand massaged the inside of your thigh.

“Are you alright?” He murmured, dropping a soft kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look up at him, “Yeah,” you answered breathlessly, wincing slightly when he pulled out of you, more at the feeling of the fluid sliding out of you than anything else.

Spencer hummed, “Are you sure?” He brought a hand up, skimming his knuckles over your cheekbone, “It seems like something’s wrong.”

Shaking your head, you brought your hand up to hold his, leaving a soft kiss on his palm, “Promise,” you assured him. “I’m just warm, and I know I have to get up to go pee,” you told him, adjusting yourself on top of the rumpled blankets.

He gave you a lopsided smile in response, “What do you say you get up to pee, and I’ll get us some water while you’re gone?” He offered, bringing a smile to your face. “When we get back, we can watch a movie, your pick.”

Grinning up at him, you run a hand through his hair before ruffling it, “I say you’ve got yourself a deal.”

[togrowoldinv]

The Retreat

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

When you go on a church retreat, you have a very interesting conversation with Wanda

Note: I have missed writing for this Wanda! Can’t get her out of my head lately. Y’all enjoy this one!

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, sad Wanda, oral and fingering (W receiving), age gap

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When you were asked to go on a women’s retreat, you immediately wanted to say no. The only reason you even go to church is to appease your parents. But it’s the final retreat of the year and you are expected to attend at least one.  

So, you find yourself now waiting by the church bus to load up. You watch as mothers say goodbye to their children and wives kiss their husbands. One family in particular catches your eye.  

The Maximoffs. Wanda, the matriarch, is a good friend of your mothers. They just moved to town a few years ago, but have made quite an impression in the town. Her husband travels for work, so Wanda is often found alone at the church service while her twin boys are in class for the children.  

You wonder how a man could ever leave a woman like that alone. She is definitely the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Some part of you has been attracted to her since you first laid eyes on her.  

Wanda gets on the bus and sits a few seats from you. She gives you a small wave. You put in your headphones to try and drown out the world. The drive only lasts a few hours and soon you’re at the retreat.  

You check in and get your room key. It doesn’t take long to figure out that you will have a roommate when you open the door and see there are two beds. You're praying it’s not one of the older ladies or someone in your peer group who you can’t stand.  

The prayer is answered when the door latch opens and none other than the one and only Wanda Maximoff walks in.  

“Well, hi y/n!” She says. “I didn’t know we were roommates.”  

“Hey Mrs. Maximoff. I didn’t either.”  

“Oh please call me Wanda. This weekend we are peers, sweetheart,” she says.  

She puts her bags on the bed next to the window. Sitting on the bed, she looks around the room. Wanda spots an itinerary on the bedside table.  

“Looks like a busy weekend,” she analyzes. “We should get going to the first session.”  

“Oh, I was thinking I would just rest tonight,” you reply.  

“Nonsense, y/n,” Wanda says. “You came all this way. You might as well try and enjoy it. I know you aren’t feeling the spirit these days, but let me try and do something about that, okay?”  

Your pulse quickens. How can she see right through you? Maybe she’s just being nice. Or maybe it’s worse and your mother asked her to look out for you this weekend.  

She stands and waits for you to join her. You sigh and follow Wanda out the door.  

The first session goes better than you thought it would. At least the food was good and the middling company was made a little better by Wanda’s presence.  

When you get back to the room, it is freezing cold in there. You notice Wanda shivering even in her sweatshirt and sweatpants she has on for bed. Still, you both try to go to sleep for the night.  

At some point though, you get a feeling someone is watching you while you sleep. Or more accurately, as you try to sleep in the arctic environment. Your eyes flutter open to see Wanda sitting up in her bed.  

“What time is it?” You ask her.  

“Early,” Wanda replies. Her voice is gravely, and if you think about it too much you might even be turned on by it.  

“Are you cold?”  

She nods. “The heat isn’t working. I tried, but can’t fix it.”  

You roll out of bed and walk to the thermostat on the wall. Wanda follows you and stands close behind you. You can hear her breathing as you investigate the issue.  

“Can you fix it?” She asks.  

“Unfortunately, I cannot,” you reply. Wanda sighs.  

You turn around and Wanda is still very close to you.  

“We have one option here,” she begins. “To sleep together.”  

“Oh,” you mumble. “We- um-”  

“We could snuggle and then our body heat will keep us warmer,” Wanda further explains. “What do you say?”  

“Okay.”  

“Okay,” Wanda says.  

She leads the way to your bed hoping since it’s the one away from the window it’ll be a little bit warmer. Wanda crawls into the bed and pulls the covers down. She waits for you to join her. You get into the bed cautiously, keeping a little distance between you two.  

“Come on closer, baby. I don’t bite,” Wanda says. She grins at herself.  

You get closer to her and she wraps an arm around your waist. You drape one of your arms across the pillow and she positions herself with her head between your neck and shoulder. Admittedly, it is warmer with the two of you snuggling together.  

Eventually, you both fall into a deep sleep and the snuggling becomes more relaxed. It feels natural when the two of you wake up in the morning still intertwined.  

“Good morning,” you say softly, trying not to get lost in her green eyes.  

“Good morning,” Wanda says. Her face is close to yours. You can practically see every detail of her perfect face. “We should get ready for the day.”  

“Right,” you say, breaking out of your trance. “Of course.”  

You two break apart and you miss her warmth already. When you two show up at breakfast, several people are already in the room.  

“Wanda! Y/n! Join our table!” The leader of the women’s group calls you both over. “How did you two sleep?”  

“Quite well,” Wanda replies. “It was cold, but we made do.”  

“Oh, we can have someone look at your heat,” the leader replies.  

“Thanks that would be-” you start, but are interrupted.  

“That’s alright,” Wanda says, placing a hand on your forearm. “We are okay.”  

It's a strange response, but you try not to read into it. She probably just doesn’t want to cause any trouble. The breakfast lecturer starts soon and your attention shifts.  

At the end of the day, you and Wanda find yourselves sitting in your room once again. Dinner isn’t for another hour, so you are just waiting around.  

“Should we work on our exercises?” Wanda asks, breaking the silence.  

“What?”  

“The vulnerability exercises we talked about today in the final session,” Wanda explains.  

“Oh, sure.”  

Wanda smiles. She sits on the edge of her bed and pats the spot next to her.  

“I’ll go first,” she says. 

“Remind me of the rules,” you ask.  

“We reveal something to each other that no one else knows. So that we can release it and let the weight go.”  

You nod. You have no idea what Wanda might say. Her life seems perfect.  

“Vision left me,” Wanda blurts out quickly.  

“What?” You ask in shock. “Wanda, I- what happened?”  

You hadn’t seen them interact much, but you never assumed that he wasn’t still in the picture. Just that he had been traveling.  

Wanda looks down, playing with the ring on her finger. You can tell she’s holding back tears.  

“Wanda, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I'm really sorry.”  

“No, it might help if I do,” Wanda says. “Things just got bad. They went from okay, to maybe not so good, to fuck we’re over.”  

Your eyes go wide. Never have you ever heard Wanda curse like that.  

“How long ago was it over?”  

“A few months,” Wanda says.  

“And you haven’t told anyone?”  

She shakes her head. “I just keep saying he’s away on business. The truth is he hasn’t touched me in almost a year.”  

“So, that snuggling we did last night was?” 

“The first time I’ve remotely been that close to someone in a year.”  

“Jesus,” you mumble. She doesn’t even scold you for using the Lord’s name in vain. “Can I hug you?”  

You figure she needs human connection now more than ever. She nods and you take Wanda in your arms. She melts against you. Tears fall down her face and soak into your shirt.  

“It’s okay,” you whisper softly to her. “You’re okay, Wanda.”  

“I’m not,” she says through sobs.  

“You will be,” you reply. “I’m here for you. My parents are here for you. All of these stupid, annoying women here are on your side too, okay? We won’t let you fall.”  

Wanda pulls away some and looks at you. You run your hand through her hair and brush your thumb against her cheek gently. She leans in just enough for you to know what’s about to happen.  

“Wanda,” you say. She keeps moving forward. “Mrs. Maximoff.”  

That makes her stop. She looks at you with confusion in her eyes.  

“I just want you. Do you not want me, baby?” Wanda asks.  

“Oh, of course I want you. I just haven’t done the exercise yet.”  

“Oh?”  

You take your other hand and pull her closer by her hip. Your lips are almost touching.  

“My secret is that I really, really want to kiss you right now and fuck you until you forget about your loser ex-husband who never deserved you in the first place,” you say.  

Wanda closes the gap between the two of you. Her lips move fervently against yours. You can tell she’s desperate.  

“When’s the last time he kissed you like this?” You ask between kisses.  

“Never,” she replies.  

You smile into her mouth and move to push her back onto the bed. Her legs wrap around your waist as you pin her arms above her head.  

“Fuck, Wanda, you are the most beautiful woman alive,” you tell her.  

“We shouldn’t do this,” she says. It's her final effort at not letting herself feel as good as he deserves to feel. You move your hands off of her just briefly.  

“We should do this, but I'll stop if you really don’t want this,” you tell her.  

“No, I- we just can’t tell anyone, okay?”  

“Yes ma’am.”  

You put your hands back on her. This time, you go straight for the buttons of her jeans. You kiss down her chest and around her belly. Deftly, you pull down her pants and panties in one fell swoop.  

Wanda shivers beneath the feeling of your wet lips against her hips and as you brush your nose lightly against her core.  

“Oh, god, y/n,” she whimpers.  

“So wet for me, Wanda,” you say. You dive into her core with your tongue. Her folds are intoxicating as you bring her more pleasure than she’s ever felt in her life.  

“I need you,” Wanda says. “Please, baby. Please!”  

You take Wanda’s clit in your mouth and move your fingers into her in tandem. She is writhing beneath your touch.  

“Come for me, Mrs. Maximoff,” you say as you feel her reaching her climax.  

“Fuck!” Wanda comes hard against you.  

You lick her as she comes down and move up her body slowly. You lie next to her and kiss her cheek softly. The juxtaposition of that soft kiss and what you were just doing between her legs makes her heart flutter.  

“Are you okay?” You ask her. She is staring at the ceiling.  

“Yes,” she replies. “Thank you for everything.”  

“Anytime Wanda,” you say. You ignore the ache between your legs, knowing Wanda needs time to process this. “Should we go to dinner?”  

“Oh, I guess so,” she says.  

You sit up, but Wanda grabs your arm before you can stand.  

“I want to fuck you later, okay?” Wanda says. “I just-”  

“Need a minute,” you finish for her.  

“Yeah. Thanks for understanding, sweetheart. It’ll be worth the wait I promise.”  

Wanda kisses you deeply before she gets off the bed to get cleaned up. You watch as she walks with a new bounce in her step that she didn’t have before.  

Maybe this retreat will be interesting after all.  

[futureperfectchanges]

The Woolly Socks: Part 1- Chris

Chris and Dan had been inseparable in the two years since they had met at the athletics club. Thanks to countless hours of running both men had slim toned bodies and it didn't take long for them to become a couple once they had started training together. While their physiques were ideally suited to the track, they both found it hard to keep their bodies warm in the winter. That wasn't a huge problem as it gave them a great reason to snuggle up together under a blanket. That was one of their favorite things to do together, expect for one issue - Chris's constantly cold feet.

Whenever they snuggled Dan joked about having to position himself away from Chris's feet to avoid getting a chill. Chris knew he was joking but it had been mentioned enough times that with winter coming around he decided he should do something about it. At first he was concerned it might be a medical issue, but his doctor had said everything was fine and suggested he simply wear some thick socks to help trap in the heat.

Chris looked at the socks he had picked up and worried they wouldn't work. They were a lot thinner than he had expected to buy, but the owner of the store had recommended them and assured him they would keep him perfectly warm. From Chris's perspective they looked like any other socks but he'd been promised a refund if he wasn't happy so had gone ahead and purchased them.

Chris hadn't intended on buying any socks that day, but he'd been passing the store as he was coming to the end of a run and something made him think it would be convenient to pick something up then and there.

After getting the socks, and finishing his run, Chris had taken a quick shower and was now feeling whatever warmth was in his feet quickly leaving as he stood on the cold apartment floor. So he picked up his new socks and slipped them on his feet hoping they at least do something to keep in the heat.

What Chris definitely didn't expect was to feel a sudden warmth from the bottom of the socks, a bit like he was standing on a heated floor. The warmth then started to spread up his legs. At one point his whole lower body seemed to be burning which momentarily worried him but then he remembered he had just done his normal leg day routine at the gym. Maybe he should have cooled down with some cardio at the end of the session but, like normal, he had skipped that. Dan sometimes tried to get Chris to join him on a run, but Chris had always said no - in fact he avoided any form of cardio as much as possible.

Chris then decided that if the heat he was feeling in his lower body wasn't from the gym then it would definitely be due to the hair. He'd always had hairy legs and even on the coldest days had to wear shorts to avoid his thighs from overheating. That meant that Dan always had easy access to Chris's legs and Chris loved the feeling when his boyfriend rubbed his fingers through the hair on his thighs, it was something so simple yet so intimate.

Some of the heat then passed up through the rest of Chris's body. He started to feel like the room was becoming a sauna and wondered if there was an issue with the heating. As he walked to check the thermostat, he was sure his body was still getting warmer. In particular his chest felt like it was burning up, although Chris then concluded that shouldn't be too much of a surprise given how much muscle and hair he had there too.

Early on in their relationship Chris had once trimmed his chest hair down and although Dan had said he liked it Chris could tell that his boyfriend couldn't wait for it to grow back in. He was pretty sure he hadn't trimmed it since and loved the way it complemented his muscles.

As Chris reached the thermostat he slipped off the socks he'd put on and threw them towards the laundry bin. He wasn't sure why he had put them on in the first place - normally he walked around bare foot enjoying the cool feel of the floor.

Chris then figured out what the problem was with the heating - it had been set to come on too early and was far too high. The couple had agreed that when Dan was out then the heating would be off as Chris found it hard to cool down. Even when Dan was home they'd keep the heating on low which Chris found okay if he was just wearing his briefs. Dan didn't love the cold apartment but Chris was always ready to give his boyfriend a furry snuggle if he needed warming up.

Over time Chris and Dan had tried different set-ups, but had come to the conclusion that Chris simply had a body that run hot and there was not much they could do about that.